November 7

November 7

Angels parade our streets as if it were a familiar sight,
The sun shines majestically above, careful not to burn.
Children dance away to unheard melodies
As the world makes another unexpected turn.

Grace is granted on yet another death bed;
History is made as the gods bring forth new life.
Hope is restored for yet another soul, trapped in confusion.
Time is given to those fighting to survive.

Who knew that the pains of the heart would soon be numbed;
Or that fear would give rise to new strength.
Whispers of faith sound in the ears of the weary
As the road to freedom suddenly measures a more comfortable length.

A day often forgotten and seldom recognized
Has seen the evolution of an earth to a heaven.
In the blink of an eye we witness a revolution,
As we fly away to another dimension on November 7.

Wordz for her soul…

With shockwaves of atonishment
Im bombarded with these feelings of
feeling captivated by she:she captivated me,
  as she smile while melodical tunes from her mouth
  binds my mind with hers
our hearts as binding glue…
i have no clue how to get unglued…
why,'cause i'm feeling that this rush of adrenalin
  is gon' make me rush but then should i,
should'nt i,maybe i should reduce the pace she is occupying the space in my heart
  it's kinda hard…see she liberates me from the chains of boredom
enticing and inviting i to dwell with her in her eternal kingdom of joy and spiritual freedom…
see,she recaptivated i from my own walls of captivity…i
is a free being 'cause of the love that she bears before me…
i will keep on spinning yarns of her beauty;constructing and reconstructing wordz for her soul to cherish her…

If I were deep

If I were deep
I would thank Jesus for changing
God’s mind during the days of creation of a mankind

For a minute I would give life a break
Sit looking up to the sky and saying:
“God! You’re the man”

I would paint heaven black
With my thoughts and
Create light with my poetic light words

Maybe I would take advantage of my freedom
Of speech and stand bold
Tell stories yet untold
Put life on hold help the cold
Unfold arms and feel hug of gold

Maybe I would take advantage of my freedom
Of expression and express myself in the most expressive way
I would tell that Goddess I met that
She’s the light that lights bright light
Into the night of my world

I would step out to her like a man
And tell her that without her
My life is the dark night without a light

If I were deep I would touch
Human soul to never classify
Me as “others” or “the rest”

Before I get old
Or maybe sold like Jesus
I would stop wondering what I would do
If I were deep

A "friend"

Stormy seas of words were the place where we left the plains
Eager to get out of sight with the dignity that still remained
All in time we were the ones who said it would never came to pass,
We were wrong to think that it would last.

Years of dedication was an offering we had to give
Mortal freedom we did exchange to give
Dreams shattered for we were fools
Nothing –for we stepped on reality’s warring toes

Learn form past mistakes we did say
What we were up against was a glorious fight together …did we say
Pass judgement on those who came too close to the realm of us
Blame everybody –for we must
Live with dignity; keep your head up high
The end of the first world came to us too soon for us to die

A death of unhappy pain of lies and deceit that was between you and me
A true friend indeed –or so we both thought it were to be.
Made up lies for it made us just happy

Blissful vigour lies we endeavour
Eager trips of hate and deceit, dichotomous tongues flared
Friendship, unspoken we did not even dared…
Pass judgement for we’re friends no more …till this day.

Free Spirit

As a free spirit my body and mind would dance the fields
Full of joy and happiness run over fresh grass of green
But slowly as time wore on my feet become leaden
Slowly they became rooted in the clay beneath
Until one day I was rooted where I stood
My arms and body turned to stone

But then came another free spirit prancing around my leaden bows
Flirting through my heavy branches laden with fear and worry
And every time she came along my spirits would soar
My soul brighten at the love and happiness around
But sadly she would disappear every so often
Leaving my leaden branches to sag

And in all these times of loneliness my heart would yearn for my spirit to return
One day she came so briefly and slowly flitted away to a distance
She beckoned for me to come, to join her dance
My feet filled with fear and trepidation tried
Slowly they would move a step
A slow creep to freedom

Finally my desire moved away completely a whisper in the distance
She wanted and willed me to move so far so fast so alone
My feet moved but a few inches, a tiny step
And then a bit more ever closer and closer
I stood between my roots and my love
I could not move and called for her to fetch me

I stand here too scared to go back to scared too go ahead
Rooted once again calling to my love
Come fetch me come make me move
I need the hand and heart to pull me
To move me into her dream
Will she come get me?

Today I cried

Today I cried;
For the fight fought,
For the victory won,
For the freedom gained.

Today I cried;
For the love found,
For the trust gained,
For the love lost,
For all the pain.

Today I cried;
For the hungry people,
For the homeless people,
For the poor people.

Today I cried;
For the raped women,
For the abused children,
For the murdered men.

Today I cried;
For the person I was,
For the person I am,
For the person I will be.

Today I cried;
For all the happiness,
For all the sadness,
For all the laughter,
For all the tears,
Today I cried.

Madiba: Big Man, Big Image!

The 11th February 1990,
A very special and eventful day,
Significant in that the
Whole nation rejoiced:
Bigh man, big image,
Big future, big way!

'Twas so significant
In that all South Africans,
For the first time
After twenty-seven years
Saw the man, the president in waiting!

Tata Mandela, our man:
No easy walk to freedom,
Not easy at all but easy
Enough to be at the top:
Big man, big image,
Big future, big way!

blind dreams

blind man talks about the future
as if he can see it,painting a picture
clear like evening news,quotes a scripture
known by His followers,he tells a story
of collapsed architecture,malnutrition models
that seek fame beyond the game,
paranoid prison politicians lustin' material glory,
persuadin' people to believe we're the same
while they worship money like pop idols.

he speaks wise woeful words that echo
an' navigate through trenches in the ghetto,
those who hear it are born again
they are truelly liberated from all pain,
testifying the true meaning of Love
praising the Redeemer high above,
they tell success stories that blow heads
weak hearts lured by the devils pie
they become like samson wit' out  dreads
falling into nakedness of her lie,
siners rejoice as satan slaughters
the sheep,he gives glory to the daughters
who have lost their way…blood like flood
flowing like freedom chained in the neck,
the blind man speaks…but ears are deaf
who will hear what the blind see
who will know what will be